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Oct 2012
My passion sits beneath a stone
A place where I can't go
For death has come to half of me
With one half dying slow

How cruel is death to take my heart?
But yet it lets me breathe
It came between the two of us
And it will not let me leave

Half of me has forsaken life
It lays out in a field
The other half will not let go
It simply will not yield

I pray for death to come my way
Each day on her behalf
But death can't see how much I miss
My beloved second half?

My passion sits beneath a stone
Where one day I will be
I can't be whole until I'm back
With the other half of me
Written by
Whiskurz
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